Date – Friday 16 September 2001
On Friday afternoon Mom and I took a cab to the Royal Plaza hotel, in Downtown Disney, and Mark met us at the door, getting the bell boy to take our luggage up to the room he’d booked for us on the 6th floor. In the meantime we went into the lounge, and Mark reassured us that all the arrangements had been made, and all was going to plan for Saturday afternoon. If Mom or I needed anything we were to ring the front desk, and they would sort it out, but if they couldn’t then we were to ring Mark, and he would handle it.
The bell boy brought our key back, so Mark kissed us both, and sent us upstairs to get unpacked, with instructions to meet him by the pool in one hour, wearing our briefest bikinis, and we could relax till dinner time. The room was wonderful, as it had always been when we’d stayed there before, and Mark had ordered fresh flowers, which filled the air with their strong fragrance. Mom and I unpacked our cases, putting everything away, took our dresses out of their carry cases, and hung them both up so any creases would fall out, then we each placed our Sanctification dildo on our bedside table, but left the box lids closed. We had only taken 45 minutes, so we had time to leisurely get undressed, put on the bikinis that we usually only wore round the pool at home, our pool shoes, and a nearly transparent flowered robe. Mark, of course, was already there waiting for us, and we stood for his inspection, turning a couple of times, and we even bent over to adjust the towels on our lounger so that he could study our butt. When we had his approval, we all laid out in the sun, and Mark ran through some of the events that had been arranged for Saturday morning, so everyone knew what was happening. We were all to meet for breakfast at 8am, Granddad and Uncle Robert would be there as well, since they were arriving at about 5pm on Friday, then Mom and I were to be back in our rooms by 9am for the preparations. We had both expected that it would just be the hairdresser, but Master Mark informed us that when we returned after breakfast we were to undress completely, put on only a pair of strappy high heeled sandals, then remain naked till the last possible moment when our dresses were fitted.
The hotel beauty teams would arrive to look after us, and we could offer our own suggestions for what we preferred, but in the main, they would already have their instructions from our Master, and we were expected to be obedient to them.
It was getting quite warm now, so Mark suggested we take a swim to cool off, and he was also interested to see our swimsuits when they were wet. We all slipped into the water, gently swimming for a while, then stopping to chat some more, swimming again, chatting some more, and gradually becoming very comfortable together. After a while we got out, returning to our chairs, and we were kept standing, dripping wet, while Mark inspected our bikinis again, saying how much better they looked now. Mom was wearing a light pink, tie side bikini, with no lining, and now it was wet, the material was semi-transparent, and very clinging, moulding to the curves between her legs, in a delicious camel-toe. Mark told her to place her feet apart, and we could now see right between her thighs, and along the groove of her slit, where the bottoms sank into her outer lips. Reaching out with one hand, Mark pointed out to me, that we were able to see Mom’s new pussy rings, and he gripped one through the material, pulling it gently sideways. Mom said they had healed nicely, and there was only a very slight soreness, which she hardly noticed, but every time she moved, the rings would rub against her clit, and excite her. The waist and chest ties on her suit ran through the material, rather than being attached, and Mom was told to slide them further along, narrowing the bra cups till the sides of her titties were quite well exposed. Then she had to adjust the bottoms, at the front so that her hip line was revealed, and at the back so that half her butt cheeks were on show.
Mark then turned his attention to me, saying my pale blue suit was just as lovely, with a sweet mound, so obviously bare, and my central piercing highlighting the top of my cute little slit. He said my nipples were more prominent than Mom’s, though not as dark, but they looked much harder, and poked out beautifully. Master Mark ordered me to adjust my swimsuit, as he’d done with Mom, but I had to widen the cleavage on my top till the edge of my aureole was just visible. He instructed me to roll down the waistband of the bottoms, then again, and then some more, till the crease on lower tummy was showing, just where my pussy mound swells out. At the back, there were several inches of the groove between my cheeks on display, and if someone stood behind me, they would probably be able to see right down to my asshole.
Now that we were nicely on show, we lay down to work on our tan again, with Mark giving us instructions to adjust out position every now and then, widen our feet, raise a knee slightly, turn onto our front. At this point he reached over to undo the ties on our bikini tops, so we didn’t get strap marks, he said, carefully placing the ends on our towel, and accidentally running his fingers along the side of my breasts. Several times he asked us to raise up slightly, so that my nipples were just touching the lounger, and my titties were hanging down in full view beneath me. When we next turned over, on our backs this time, we had to leave the bikini top untied, so it was just resting on our bare breasts. Master Mark now unfastened our bikini bottoms as well, ensuring the material covered our intimate places, then instructed us to remain still as he took a spritz bottle from my bag. I was getting very warm anyway, and the cool spray felt lovely as the water hit my skin, though it was cold enough to make me jump slightly. When he’d given both Mom and I a quick spritz, he quietly described how nice our bodies looked with the beads of water standing on the oiled skin, then he listed all the young men that were discretely looking over at us, and quite a few women as well. After a few minutes, he spritzed us again, but this time only on our swimsuits, which he said had been drying out too much, but had now become transparent again, so our curves were once more on display. Leaning forward, Master Mark whispered that he wanted my nipples more erect, and he began to ask me if I wanted my bikini taking off, so I could get an all over tan. The thought of laying naked by a hotel pool had me panting with excitement in seconds, and I wondered if he would really do it, just then his fingertips stroked the top of my leg, close to my bikini line, and I felt my nipples harden as he brushed the material of my bikini bottoms. He moved his hand upward, over my hip, along my waist, my ribcage, then I felt him pulling gently on the string from my bikini top, making the material slip sideways just a little. When he stopped, Mark told me to lay still, as my right nipple was just peeping out, and if I moved too much I would expose my breast. He then had me open my legs a little, raising my knees just slightly, then told me to thrust my hips upward the tiniest bit, as if I had fingers reaching down into my slit, and I was trying to rub against them. I could feel the gusset of my bikini bottoms moving between my legs with each thrust, although they stayed in place, but the material rubbed across the ring that pierced my clitoral hood, pressing it against my rapidly hardening clit. He had me stroke my own fingers across my bare tummy, keeping the gentle thrust of my hips going, as he leaned over to Mom, and started to get her worked up as well. I could hear him whispering to her, but couldn’t make out any words, though I knew he was building her sexual excitement as much as he had mine. He told us both to lay still while he went to the bar, then came back a few minutes later with a glass of ice, telling us to close our legs, as we had got far too hot and bothered. Gently, he placed an ice cube on each side of our bikini tops, right over the nipple, well leaning against it actually, as they were sticking up so far, then he placed an ice cube on the bottoms, where our raised knees, and the top of our thighs caused a small valley. While the initial cold was a shock against the skin of my legs, the place where it rested against the top of my slit felt amazing. As the ice cube melted in the sun, cold water trickled over my clit, and down my slit, like fingers in my panties, and I could even feel it on my bottom. When the ice was nearly gone, Mark would add another one, and the cold began to build up slowly, in stark contrast to the heat of the sun beating down on the rest of my warm body. When we had been tormented for ten minutes, we were told to lay on our front, which was quite a task with our suits unfastened, and I’m sure I flashed most of my bits as I manoeuvred into my new position. Mark carefully adjusted my untied bottoms to cover my butt, only as he did, he slipped an ice cube into the crease between my bum cheeks, keeping his hand resting on my butt while he pressed the ice against my sensitive flesh. While we chatted, Mark kept slipping another ice cube down our swimsuits every few minutes, and they would gradually slide over my bottom, then down the groove of my pussy, till they rested against my throbbing clit.
At just after 5pm, we tidied ourselves up, Mark tying our bikinis up for us, because our hands were full trying to stop them falling on the floor, then we went upstairs to get dressed. We met downstairs in the lounge, and half an hour later Granddad and Uncle Robert arrived at the hotel, so Mom and I introduced them to Mark, then we sat down and they got to know each other. Mark got on with Granddad really well, as they were both in Finance, and he also had a passion for science and engineering, which were Uncle Robert’s field of expertise. The other thing all three of them had in common, was a love for Mom and I, so they were really looking forward to what they called “The Big Event”, the next day. Before we knew what time it was, a waitress came over to Mark, letting him know that his table was ready if we wanted to come for dinner, so we adjourned to the restaurant for a lovely family meal, which now included Master Mark. We weren’t late going to bed, as we would have a busy day on Saturday, so the gentlemen escorted us to our room, kissed us goodnight, and agreed to meet at breakfast in the morning.
We got up early on Saturday morning for breakfast with the guys, then Mom and I were back in our room well before 9am for when the hotel beauty teams would arrive to look after us. Following Master Mark’s instructions we undressed completely, put on a pair of high heeled silver sandals, then we were to remain naked for the rest of the day until our dresses were fitted. This meant we would be fully exposed to a lot of the hotel staff, and we were expected to be obedient to them, because Master Mark had already told them what needed to be done, but Mom and I didn’t know what to expect. We were both stood at the end of our beds, feet apart, hands behind our back, when the first knock came, so I answered the door, opening it fully while two beauty therapists introduced themselves, then standing back while they entered. I resumed my position by the bed, then explained to the girls, who were both about 19 years old, that Master Mark had put us at their disposal to be made ready for him.
“I will make a presentation of my virginity to my Master this afternoon,” I continued, “so you must be careful that I’m not penetrated, other than that, you have a free reign to do as you please.”
One of the girls, Mandy it said on her name badge, explained that they were beauty therapists, and they were here to give us a wax, then read from her work ticket, “It says, underarm, legs, and bikini, so we’ll just put a sheet over the beds, and you can both lay on your back for us.”
“Yes Miss.” we both said together, and lay down when they told us, calmly putting our hands by our side.
Mandy plugged in her heater, to warm the wax, while Jenny opened a box of cotton strips, then they chatted to us, while the heater did its work, getting us to explain that we were both submissive, and would indeed obey them. They moved our hands to behind our head, so they could work on our underarms, then moved our legs wide apart, so they had access to our legs. In this position our recent clitoral piercings were plainly visible, so they pulled and twisted them as we related how they had been fitted by the doctor, at Master Mark’s request. Mandy spread my pussy lips apart to inspect my cherry, while Jenny opened up Mom’s juicy slit, asking if she was allowed to be penetrated, and when Mom said that she was, Jenny slid two fingers deep inside her, while Mandy stroked my already erect clit.
When the wax was heated, they spread it on our underarms, laid the cotton strips over it, then, while it cooled, they spread more wax over our breasts, especially the nipples. It was much hotter on this delicate flesh, so they covered them in cotton, then added a second layer of hot wax, another layer of cotton, then returned to finish off our underarms. They tore the strips off with a flourish, and a squeal from both of us, then ran their hands over the skin to make sure we were absolutely hairless there.
The strips on our breasts had cooled now, and Mandy said this might sting a bit, as she ripped the wax strips off first one breast, then the other, making me squeal even louder. It felt like my nipples had been torn off, then Mom squealed twice as the wax strips on her breasts were pulled off, but instead of using their hands to check if we were smooth, Mandy and Jenny sucked our nipples into their mouth. They licked, sucked, and even nibbled with their teeth on the sensitive teats, and I squirmed on the bed as my pussy tingled with sexual pleasure.
They worked on our legs next, fronts first, from ankle to groin, waxing one side, then stripping the other side, left right, left right, then we were turned over, and the back of out legs waxed perfectly smooth. Mandy and Jenny checked very carefully that they’d done a good job, running their hands up and down our bare skin, especially at the top, between our thighs, brushing their fingers over our spread pussies till we came.
We were turned onto our back for a bikini wax, but since Mom and I were both bare already, instead of waxing just the edges, we had the whole pubic mound waxed, and Mandy had also turned the heater up. It felt like my pussy was being burned as the hot wax was spread over my bare flesh, and I could hear Mom moaning as well, while Jenny coated her pussy in wax. When the cotton strips had been spread all over our sore pussy flesh, Mandy pressed another piece of folded cotton into my wet slit, just below my clit, then Jenny began to drip the hot wax onto my sensitive little button. The heat was agony to bear, but I gritted my teeth, focusing the pain into my soft pleasure centres, and my suffering pussy blossomed as the heat spread all the way through the delicate flesh. I could feel my juices beginning to leak out, running down over my anal entrance, pooling in the small of my back. While my wax was left to cool, Mandy and Jenny began to work on Mom’s slit, dripping hot wax on her clit, as she squealed in pain. When the girls came back to me, I thought they were going to pull the wax strips off my pussy, but instead, Jenny pulled my clit ring upwards, and I could feel my hood peeling open. Mandy brought over the hot wax again, and this time dripped it on the top surface of my clit, making me clench my tummy so tight, that I pee’d myself. She tucked a towel between my legs, then dripped more hot wax on my suffering clitoris, and as it began to set, Jenny pulled my clit hood further open so that even more wax filled the top of my slit. Mandy now began to drip the wax on top of my hood, encasing it completely, even round the piercing itself so that the gold ring was supported, sticking straight out. While I cooled off, they went back to Mom, covering her clit completely, as they’d done mine, pulling her two rings apart to make a bigger space that held more of the cruel hot wax around her clit and pierced hood.
I was surprised that pulling the strips off my pussy mound wasn’t more painful than it was, but Mandy ran her hands over my skin, saying that it was nice and smooth, then she bent over and licked my soft flesh. When she spread the hot wax over my labia, it really stung the delicate petals, then I had to lift my legs so she could get to my anal crease, which hurt even more as the hot wax coated my rosebud as well. Mandy was very careful taking the strips off my pussy lips, saying she didn’t want to damage my cherry by pulling me too much, but she ripped the wax off my bottom with one big yank. Now I was perfectly smooth for my Master, except that I still had a big lump of wax at the top of my slit, encasing my clitoris, so Mandy dug her fingernails beneath it, and began to pull, stretching my tender button. She was careful not to pull my slit upwards too much, but she was quite happy to tug it down, and twist it from side to side, stretching my hood, as well as my clit. It was fairly painful, but having my hard clit manhandled like that had me almost climaxing, then at last it pulled lose, and my pink shaft was left exposed. Mandy now rubbed some moisturiser into all the places she’d waxed, underarms and legs first, then my titties, and finally my pussy, working plenty of lotion round my throbbing clit until I came. Mandy and Jenny packed up their equipment, and I showed them to the door, thanking them both for taking care of us so nicely, as I stood naked in my doorway, on full view to anyone who might have walked down the corridor.
Closing the door, I went and joined Mom, standing at the bottom of our beds again, as we waited for the next team to arrive and pamper us, admiring our reflection in the large mirrors we were facing. There was a knock at 10am, and I answered the door, still dressed in just my sandals, letting the nail technician into the room, then once more explaining to this young girl, that Master Mark had put us at her disposal to be made ready for him.
“I will make a presentation of my virginity to my Master this afternoon,” I continued, “so you must be careful that I’m not penetrated, other than that, you have a free reign to do as you please.”
Once we had assured her that she was in complete control of us, Claire explained that she would normally have us sit across the table from her while she buffed and polished our fingernails, but today she had me kneel on a cushion in front of her, with my knees apart, and my hands resting on her bare thighs. She had pulled her skirt up so that I was looking at her panty covered pussy, and she lifted each of my hands in turn as she did my nails. Mom was knelt on a cushion beside me, knees apart, hands behind her back, waiting for her turn. When Claire had painted the base coat on my nails, she left it to dry, moving her chair in front of Mom, and removing her panties before she sat down. Mom now had a perfect view of Claire’s neatly trimmed pussy, the tight groove slowly opening as the girl spread her thighs wider apart. She swapped between us several times, showing off her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter as she painted our fingernails a deep shimmering red.
When she’d finished with our hands, Claire had us lay back on the floor, with the cushion beneath our head, then she had me lift up my right foot, and rest it on the chair she was sitting in. She moved forward a little, and my heel was pressed into her wet pussy slit, her knees wide apart, and she pressed my toes down onto her mound. As she moved my foot about, buffing and polishing my nails, she was rubbing herself off on my foot, and I could feel her juices coating my sole. I had to keep my legs spread apart as well, so that Claire could look directly down into my own pussy, and every so often, she would lift her foot, and rest the heel of her shoe on my soft pussy mound. When she painted Mom’s toenails, she had removed her shoes, and instead of standing on Mom’s pussy, she worked her toes into her slit, spreading it apart, and rubbing her big toe on Mom’s clit. It took nearly an hour for Claire to finish, and as she was getting ready to leave, I had to answer the door to the hairdressers, but Claire had walked up behind me, asking me to let her pass. In this position, I had to actually step out into the corridor, and Claire stood in the doorway, chatting to her colleagues about how much fun they were going to have with us. Just then one of the housemaids came down the corridor with her cleaning cart, and I had to step back to let her pass, so I was now on the opposite side of the corridor to my room, totally naked, except for my silver sandals. The housemaid stopped to ask if I needed my bed turning down, taking time to study my exposed body, till I asked her to return at 3pm, when I would be finished.
The two hairdressers, Sarah and Denise, followed me into the room, and I took up my position at the bottom of the bed while I explained to this new team our availability, and restrictions. They had no specific instructions, other than styling our hair for a formal occasion, so we asked if they could put it up for us, without it being so fragile that it would drop if we were too active, nor so rigid that we couldn’t let it down later in the evening. Sarah told us to step forward, and she got behind me to quickly brush my hair through, then ran her hands through it to see how the length would pile up. Denise went behind Mom and did the same with her hair, and both girls put our hair temporarily into half a dozen different styles, before we had a couple that looked promising. Sarah took some jaw clamps out of her workbox, fastening them in my hair to hold it in place, and two long spring clips to keep the back up, then she sat me in a chair, facing the mirror. She told me to put my hands between my thighs, and keep them there, then began taking the clamps out, to brush my hair again. Instead of putting the jaw clamps back in her box though, she fastened them down the side of my breasts, and the long spring clips were fastened to each of my nipples. They were very painful, more so than when I used my own clamps at home, but the sensations went right to my pussy. Sarah created three different styles for me, each one requiring the removal and return of the jaw clamps and spring clips on my poor titties, till I was squirming in my seat. She seemed to be picking up extra clamps as well, and there were as many clipped to my breasts as there were in my hair by the time she finished. Denise was looking after Mom just the same, and with each style, they would have us stand in front of the mirror, turning this way and that, to make sure it looked right, two naked ladies, with elegant hair do’s, and painfully clamped tits.
Once we had decided which styles to go with, Sarah and Denise began to remove the jaw clamps from our hair, and fit more permanent clips, some of which were concealed when she brushed the hair over them, and some clips with crystal or pearl tops, so that my hair looked full of jewels. She sprayed a little bit of fixer, to catch the stray ends, but it was hardly noticeable, and my hair was still lovely and soft.
Sarah set the whole thing off with two hair vines, one on each side, with curving fronds made from fine twisted wire decorated with real freshwater pearls and superb Swarovski crystals. There were several different shapes of crystal in this design, ranging from tiny diamond shaped clear A.B. crystals, which added a little extra sparkle and airiness, to several larger facet cut ice clear teardrops. Each hair vine was nearly six inches long, fitted onto a mini comb for security, which Sarah could simply slide firmly into my hair, then use the discreet wire loop near the end of each of the 2 longer lengths to anchor against the hair with a crystal hairpin. She assured me it was very secure once in position, and fastened with the pins, and I would be able to dance all night long.
Denise fitted a similar pair of vines into Mom’s hair, sweeping them forward instead, creating a different shape than Sarah had done with me, yet with enough similarity that we still looked like a pair. When she had put all her equipment away, Sarah took a few minutes to explain to each of us how we could easily take the other’s hair down, a section at a time, into progressively casual styles. We both thanked them for doing such a beautiful job with our hair, and gave them a hug, before I escorted them to the door, saying I would make sure Master Mark gave them a generous gratuity.
Now we were on our own, Mom and I preened before the mirror, amazed at just how elegant we had been made to look, the head pieces matching our silver sandals rather well, although the lack of clothing between them was not very ladylike, even though we both looked very sexy. There was another knock at the door, and I opened it to find a hotel porter with a trolley from room service, containing our lunch, that Mark had sent up for us. It was very thoughtful of him, we’d forgotten all about eating, but it also meant that we were now on display to a male member of staff, so I returned to my place at the end of the bed. When he asked if he should wait while we put some clothes on, I invited him to carry on, then explained what was happening, that all this had been arranged for us, and we were at his disposal. With a wide smile he asked just how much disposal we were at, so I informed him about my presentation, and that we weren’t to be penetrated. He nodded, and proceeded to set the table for lunch, then came over and ran his hands all over my naked body, then Mom’s as well, saying how nice and smooth our pussy’s were. He showed us to our chairs, seated us properly, then leaned over me, fondling my titties while he explained what had been ordered for our lunch. When he had poured our coffee, he stood behind Mom so he could feel her breasts for a while, then apologised that he had several more guests to serve, so would leave us to our lunch.
Half an hour later, two more ladies from the beauty shop arrived, so I let them in and they explained that they were here to do our make up, and to help us with our dresses. We were seated near the table, and they went to work on us, applying the foundation, blush, eye shadow, mascara, and lipstick, blending everything perfectly into a really subtle, elegant look. When our faces were done, we showed them our underwear, and they helped us both to step into it, taking special care that it was all fitted beautifully, which of course meant that their hands were all over us. Mom and I got quite worked up by their attention to our bodies, and several times they had to wipe up our juicy slits with tissue. The dresses were last, and thankfully fitted a dream, leaving us with ten minutes to spare on our schedule, which the ladies used to fuss and titivate, till they were satisfied that we were well presented.
When they left us, we still had a few minutes left to talk, and Mom reassured me that everything was going beautifully, and it was going to be a wonderful day. I was getting more and more nervous, now that we weren’t so busy with getting ready, because this was what I’d been waiting for since I was sixteen. Not just that I would be losing my virginity, but I was soon going to formally offer it to the very man it had been initially promised to, so many years ago. I felt so proud that I could do this, yet deep inside me was a fear that something would go wrong, and I desperately wanted this day to be a truly memorable one for all of us. Mom gave me a hug, saying that as long as I had all the people I loved around me, then nothing else mattered, so we should now be on our way, so as not to keep our Master waiting.
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